The Abandoned Luna's Return
I watched as the grey shroud in the sky began to thin, revealing a pale, watery moon.
But then, I saw something that wasn't part of my story.
On the edge of the atmosphere, something was **Feeding**.
I shifted my consciousness to the high-altitude sensors. There, clinging to the top of the shroud like a parasite, was a Syndicate ship. It was the Curator’s vessel, but it had changed. It was no longer a sleek ship; it was a massive, sprawling web of liquid silver that was "Harvesting" the violet energy Silas was pumping into the air.